When I first started as the primary caregiver 13 years ago it was next to impossible to find a changing station in a men’s restroom. We were members at the local zoo and I took my son there a lot. I complained because they didn’t have a changing station in the men’s restroom. I didn’t do it to be an activist. I did it because I was a paying member and I wanted to be able to change my son’s diaper in the convince of the bathroom.

Now I look beyond just me. I want to change the world.

When my sons grow up, and if they are blessed enough to be fathers, I want them to deal with less societal pressures. If they have jobs I want talks about work/life balance to include them. If they choose to stay home for their families I want them to do it without having to worry about how they will be treated for that choice or worry about finding a changing station in the men’s room.

Changing the world may start with doing what is best for my family, but it doesn’t stop there.

So I will work to end a term that implies that dad is a fill-in, a temporary place holder for the person who should actually be in that position, Mom. I will work to remove one more brick from that wall.